Logic - Backseat lyrics

[Intro:Juicy J & Logic] (What Juicy say?) (He be like "Shut da fu*k up!") Mr. Cap I think it's 'bout time, mane You tell these motherfu*kas how you start your day, mane [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I just brought that motherfu*kin' packets so you know it's him I done been broke, I promise that I'll never go again Say it if I want to, I could never hold it in Right there in your face, time I never waste Break it down and roll it up, I made it out of nothing Will I ride for my ni**as when it's time? That ain't a question Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good Throwing up that Taylor Gang and after that it's neighborhood I know what I'm up against and I ain't on the fence Y'all know what I represent, I'm in my element Rolling up a paper and get high to the sky All my homies repping Taylor Gang or Die-da-da-da [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] Backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it (Project Pat) [Verse 2: Project Pat] I was shooting K's with the mask, kick doors for the stash Now I ride in Calabasas wit' a mil' stashed Broke ni**as still moving slow like molasses NASCAR hustle in this ho, I like fast cash Haters like a bad rash, fu*k with me we gon' clash Get shot in your glasses, we ain't givin' passes Diamonds on my teeth, these b*tches ain't keepers But they'll su*k you dry just like they mosquitoes I'm the sh*tter, my dick stroke, ya girl get-uh From crumbs to the brick-uhs, got su*kers sicker Louis on my feet, Louis thirteenth of liquor Robbers gettin' weak, don't fu*k with this ni**a Money flipper, hundred K on me now You funny ni**as, Jim Carrey cable guys You stay cappin' but ain't havin' a fu*kin' dime A man beggin' like a b*tch should be a fu*kin' crime [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] Backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it (Leh-go) ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it (Leh-go, leh-go, leh-go, leh-go) [Verse 3: Juicy J] Riding in the backseat, b*tch, I'm a boss You can hit the cup but try not to nod off Told her "Slob on my knob 'til my knob fall off" Yeah, I got a job for you, you gon' have to call off Backseat, feet up, weed up Thick b*tch, redbone, double D cup (Mmm-hmm) Backseat, no this ain't no taxi (Nope) Chopper on the seat, that b*tch right beside me (Boop-boop) Rich ni**a sh*t, you know how the vibe be fu*kin' on a rich b*tch, I'ma let her ride me (Always) Yeah, I'm gettin' money but my ni**as grimey (Always) Cup full of mud, this sh*t gets slimy, in the— [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it Ridin' in the backseat killin' it, got my feet up Bad shorty and she feelin' it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it I'm the realest ni**a that she been with it ni**as just talk but I'm livin' it